Lyric

Looking up the warm color sky

Birds are fluttering in my eyes

Yes, I know that night comes

Staring at the old ticking clock

Waiting for the time with a smirk

Yes, it's my magic hour

We should wear in red this night

The lower voice that calls my name,  makes me dizzy and fuzzle

The eyes I see inside the cold wine glass  You are mine only for this time

Searching the truth and lies in the talk

Thinking "Where can I find your heart?"

Banishing doubts with sigh

I know the time is coming soon

Wishing not to end and see the moon

Because it's my magic hour

We should wear in white this night

The lower voice that calls my name,  makes me happy but sad

The eyes I see inside the cold wine glass,You're not mine, I know that I can't own you